Lust Detector

by Ann Cory

  “I want to know how dirty you are.”

  Alec knelt down and pushed her skirt up. Her body jerked in response. Impossibly close. How could she take this much longer?

  A lustful glance spread across his face. “Mm, I can smell how badly you want me. I’ll bet you like an authoritative partner in the bedroom. A lover who knows your needs by the sound of your breath. A lover who can’t wait to explore you and satisfy every single need.”

  He knew her all too well. Body trembling, she watched him hook his thumbs beneath the sides of her panties. Savannah raised her hips slightly as he slid them down. She could only imagine how wet they were. Stained with her juices.

  He took a whiff and dropped them to the floor. “I have a confession to make since you’ve been honest with me. I’ve wanted you since the first day I pulled you over. Did you know that?”

  She shook her head.

  “It’s true. You’ve no idea how relieved I was to learn you were divorced. I only hoped you were single.”

  A tear played at the corner of her eye. “Me too. I mean, I hoped you were single.”

  He splayed her thighs further apart. Her body burned from his touch. “I’ve enjoyed our little intrigues. And I knew what you were doing, or at least I thought I did, but I wanted to be sure. I hope our age difference doesn’t bother you.”

  Here she’d worried the same thing. Nearing forty she hadn’t thought this could ever happen for her. She noticed the crease along his forehead deepened. Shocked, she hadn’t expected him to feel insecure.

  “No, it doesn’t.”

  The crease on his forehead disappeared as the corner of his eyes crinkled up. “Good. Do you know what turned me on most about you?”

  Savannah stared deep into his eyes. “No.”

  “Your confidence. It’s intoxicating. Now everything about you turns me on.”

  His palm cupped the heated flesh between her thighs.

  “If you want me to stop, you just say the word.”

  She wanted to say he was in no danger of that, but her throat filled with imaginary cotton, making it difficult to string any words together.

  “Otherwise, I’ll keep going.”

  Taking another ice cube from the tray he teased her clit with it. She swallowed back a cry. Head lowered, he swept his tongue along the same trail as the ice. Savannah groaned at the cool contact. She tried to grab his head and vaguely remembered her one wrist cuffed to the machine. With her other hand she raked her fingers along his silky hair.

  “You taste wonderful. Peaches and cream.”

  He circled her clit again with his tongue. Her vision blurred, unable to focus on anything. She almost hoped people watched from behind the mirror. Watched how a woman should be touched. Watched her get the fuck of a lifetime. Every stroke of his tongue zapped her with electric heat. If only he’d give her a little taste of freedom, a small slip of his fingers between her wet folds to further awaken the carnal beast inside.

  As if he read her mind, Alec thrust two fingers inside her, relentless in his speed. God, he was going to bring her to the brink any minute.

  “You’re unbelievably wet and so damn tight.”

  She wanted him to find out just how tight with his hard length as she wrapped her legs around his waist and wait for his cock to jet into her.

  Her blood swirled beneath her skin as his fingers ignited an inferno in her belly. Waves of lush pleasure lapped at her scorching centre. She rocked her pelvis forward, squeezing her thighs tight on either side of the chair. His hair against her inner thighs only amplified her need to come. Another two fingers entered her and increased the friction as he suckled her clit.

  Between his masterful tongue and deep plunges, she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t grasp air. Her pulse drummed in a swift cadence, the beat drowning all sound out, until her orgasm slammed through her body and her voice escalated to a full, Banshee cry. Several spasms drove through her as he removed his fingers and kissed her belly.

  “You taste so damn sweet.”

  She blinked back the glaze and watched him rise to his feet. His eyes stole over her possessively.

  “Now for another question, and remember, don’t lie. The machine will tell me if you do.”

  So far she couldn’t lie, even if she wanted to. Everything he’d asked her had been nothing but the truth. In a mad flash he took off his shirt. His thick, sculpted muscles bulged in all the right places. Everything tight and toned. A firm terrain she wanted to explore with her hands, lips, and tongue.

  He unzipped his pants and slid them down along with his black briefs. His fingers stroked his thick flesh.

  “Tell me, is this what you want?”

  Savannah gasped at the sight of him fully erect. “Oh god, yes.”

  Alec bent down and ran his hand up over her black heels, along the curve of her calves, admiring the beauty and softness of her skin. The shapeliness of her legs caused his balls to tighten. He loved legs, womanly legs, with healthy thighs. Her scent—hypnotic, making him want to thrust his cock into her without hesitation, but part of this scenario was to play it out, and make her go crazy waiting.

  He leaned over and cupped her chin, tilting her gaze toward him. The passionate heat in her eyes penetrated his skin.

  His lips captured hers and he pressed tight. She all but fell into him. An obvious hunger existed between them as their tongues tangled, turning deep and primal. He almost couldn’t get enough. The intensity of their kiss left him winded, but so damn hungry for more. To take her, fuck her, make her shudder. As the kisses turned rough, her hand reached out and stroked his cock, almost making him come right there. If she did that again he’d lose it entirely. He needed to take back control.

  Alec pulled away and gave her a severe look.

  “Let’s get back to my line of questioning, shall we? I said I’d punish you the next time I caught you speeding, and still you ignored the limit. Did you forget?”

  She gave him a coy look. “No, that’s why I did it.”

  Surprised by her sheer honesty, he almost faltered. “I see, so you took it as a challenge rather than a warning?”

  A fire blazed behind her eyes. Dark with heat. A strong hunger for more of what he could and would give her.

  “How else could I take it? I get so hot for you that my mind just hears what it wants. I wish I could say I’m sorry and that I’ll never do it again, but with you out there, I don’t know, something just comes over me.”

  Her voice dripped with an animalistic need. Alec couldn’t hold back much longer. He needed to be inside her. Fuck her hard like she wanted.

  “Do you like being told what to do during sex?”

  She stared at him hard, her face flush. “Yes.”

  “Good. Then I want you to stand, turn around, and place your hands on the chair.”

  Without hesitation she obeyed, the handcuff twisting as she turned. He pulled her skirt all the way off, not wanting anything to come between them.

  His gut tightened. On her lower back he noticed a beautiful rose tattoo, crimson red. One more thing to turn him on.

  “You’re stunning.” Alec admired her luscious hips, ass, and deep pink slit. “I love the way your juices glisten against the sunlight.”

  “Is anyone watching?”

  His brow crinkled briefly. “Ah, the mirror. No, it’s not a two-way mirror and there aren’t video cameras set up in here. I promise, the only one looking at you is me.”

  He ran his fingers between her thighs and fondled her clit. Instantly she pressed back into him.

  “I can’t wait to have you in private, all of you with your full naked body bent over my bed. My lips kissing the curves of your womanly form. I can’t wait to restrain you with ropes and cuffs, suspend you in the air in a swing with my cock driving in and out of your hot pussy.”

  Her groans escalated in volume, legs shaking violently. In torturing her, he only tortured himself.

  Savannah looked over her shoulder, eyes pleading. “Ple
ase, don’t make me wait.”

  To prove her need, she held her ass up high, proud. With his legs he helped spread her thighs wider.

  “Do you want me, Savannah? Do you want me to shove my cock up inside you? Stretch you like no other lover can?”

  Her body bucked at his words. Without waiting for an answer, he pressed into her slick pussy.

  Alec shuddered at the collision of his cock inside her liquid heat. Loved the way he felt inside her, and how she clenched her inner muscles tight around his shaft. He couldn’t get enough of her, she hit every one of his nerve endings and let it race around him. His pulse pounded as he thrust in and out, watching the way her juices coated his length. He focused on her red rose tattoo. Imagined it turned a darker shade of red the closer she came to an orgasm. All the while her voice rose in octaves from grunts to full out bellows.

  Hands around her hips, he pushed in deeper, pumping harder. Her sounds spurring him on. He wanted, needed more. She was letting him get too hot too fast.

  Slowly he slid out from her and played with her clit as he reached for his pants.

  “Have you ever had it up the ass before, Ms. Scott?”

  She glanced back at him, eyes twinkling. “Yes, once.”

  “Did you like it?”

  “Very much.”

  “I’ll bet you did. One second here, I have something you’ll appreciate.”

  From his pocket he pulled out a tube of lubrication. He spread the cool gel all around her puckered hole. Carefully, he slid two fingers inside, and then three, stretching her, readying her. His pulse throbbed in his cock, begging for what was about to come. With ease, he spread her bottom.

  “I’m going to shove my cock far up inside you, do you understand?”

  Her breathy moans were answer enough.

  “Then I’m going to rub your clit so fast, I expect you to come twice.”

  Alec swiftly rolled on a condom and pushed his cock through her little sphincter hole. He nearly reeled at the immediate sensation. Tight and packed with heat. It was like a goddamn chokehold around his dick and he went to town on her. He bit his lip to keep from shouting loudly. It wouldn’t take much more and he’d be coming hard.

  The shortness of her breath let him know she was close, too. He pumped hard, grazing his fingers along her swollen clit, rubbing faster and faster until he felt her whole body buck beneath him. She cried out and he thrust faster, harder, going as deep as he could possibly manage, his balls slapping against her.

  “You’re so tight, unbelievably tight.”

  Savannah moaned, her body trembling fiercely.

  “Oh god, another one. I’m going to come again,” she cried.

  Again he massaged her clit, pumping away inside her, gearing her up for an amazing climax. The second time she cried out, he thrust into her and pulled out. Nothing prepared him for the extreme high he experienced as spasms overwhelmed him. He could hardly see straight. Sweat streaked down his face and along his chest.

  Spent, he moved on shaky legs to grab a towel from the cupboard to clean her off and disposed of the condom. Alec pulled the suction cups off and removed the handcuffs. Gingerly he gathered her in his arms. He loved the feel of her breasts heaving against his chest.

  She fixed her eyes on him, her lips swollen from their feral kisses. Twisting a strand of hair around her finger, she asked, “I take it you’re done with your questions?”

  The woman was amazing. Unbelievably phenomenal. He could spend a lifetime finding new ways to make her scream.

  “Nope. I have a few more. Completely harmless, I swear.”

  Savannah gave him an adorably puzzled look.

  “What about the machine?”

  He flashed a sheepish grin. “I never even turned it on.”

  Chapter Four

  Savannah pulled back from his embrace, but not very far. “What?”

  He shrugged. “It doesn’t even work, as far as I know. All I had to do was convince you it worked.”

  Her bottom lip puffed out. “You tricked me.”

  He kissed her lip and laughed. “I guess I did. It was more of a lust detector than a lie detector. Tell me you didn’t enjoy yourself.”

  Even with the knowledge she could lie if she wanted, Savannah spoke the truth. “Well, I can’t.”

  “And tell me you didn’t have your own agenda speeding in your car while I was on duty.”

  There wasn’t a thing she could say back to that. “Guilty.”

  Alec sat on the chair and patted his thighs. “Have a seat on me.”

  Her body ached to feel his warmth again. “With pleasure.”

  His heart thudded against her body as she climbed on him, sitting sideways.

  He traced his finger around her jaw line and tapped her nose. “So, do you think you can like me for more than just my fit body and good looks?”

  She laughed so hard tears welled in her eyes. “Of course. I mean, I won’t pretend that you weren’t lust at first sight, because you were. But I guess you do have other qualities, too. The way you carry yourself. How you enforce the law.” She winked and he broke out into laughter.

  “Yes, well, trust me when I say no one else will ever get that kind of interrogation from me again.”

  Savannah smiled. “I’m glad to hear you say so. I wouldn’t want to think you treat all the ladies who speed that way. I kind of hoped I was special.”

  He nodded. “You are. ‘Course, I may not be the guy you’re looking for.” His fingers traced up and down her arm, sending delicious shivers over her skin. “I’m sure you’ve heard life with a cop can be unsatisfying.”

  “If what we just did is any kind of indication of that being true, then I’m all for it.”

  He puffed out his chest and sucked in his cheeks. “You just like me for my uniform. I knew it. I should have kept you hooked up to the machine.”

  She snuggled in closer to him, enjoying the feel of his chest, damp with sweat. The room was infused with the scent of their sex.

  “Well, there is the uniform thing. And your young, tight, hot body. Your face isn’t entirely painful to look at either.”

  “I appreciate you saying so.”

  Savannah snorted. “I’m curious. Whatever made you decide to become a cop?”

  “Believe it or not, I actually planned to be a teacher. You know, save one student at a time. Find a way to keep kids in school and have fun doing it. But, another opportunity presented itself to me and I felt obligated to take it.”

  She caught the seriousness of his tone and didn’t know whether to press him further or not. “Is it too personal to talk about? Because if it is, I’ll understand.”

  “I grew up in a rough neighbourhood in downtown Portland. My dad split when my baby brother was born. I was about five at the time. Guess he wasn’t mature enough to handle two kids. Couldn’t keep a job. Refused to stay sober long enough to clean up his act. Wasn’t ever there anyway. My mom ended up working two jobs and taking evening classes just so we’d have a roof over our heads and food on the table. She raised us the best way she could and I’ve never forgotten that. Promised we’d have a better life one day.”

  “Sounds like you have a great mom.”

  “Yes, we’re still very close. After she graduated from night school, she received a job offer to come work for a company in Corvallis. Two weeks before we were going to move, my brother got shot. It wasn’t an accident, either. Guess he witnessed some activity he shouldn’t and threatened to go to the police about it. My brother thought he was a superhero. He was only eleven.”

  She cupped his cheek and kissed the crease of his forehead. “I’m so sorry, Alec.”

  “Thanks. He had such a good heart.”

  “Did the ones who killed him ever get caught?”

  “Eventually. The case got tied up in court for several years. Witnesses wouldn’t talk out of fear. Stories kept changing. The bad guys held all the power. I sat there, my mom crying her eyes out, begging for some justice, and t
he whole thing made me sick.”

  Savannah hated that he’d gone through such a horrific tragedy. “But they did get caught, right?”

  “Yeah. And every time they come up for parole, my mom and I are in there to make sure they remain locked up. The justice system is far from good, but I try and hold onto the fact that I’m fighting the good fight. I mean, I can’t change everything, but the least I can do is try. Uphold the law, punish the bad guys, serve and protect. I do it as a way to honour my brother.”

  “You’re a very noble and brave man. I’m sure he appreciates it. He’d be proud of you.”

  “I think so too. Well, now that you know why I became a cop, I want to know why you’re into cops.”

  “Cop. Singular. I’m only into one cop.”

  “Damn straight. But, you know, dating a cop comes with a whole bunch of complications.”

  “Why, because you put your life on the line? I think it’s amazing that there are people out there doing what you do. Out there risking their lives. Saving lives. Being real heroes. Getting all sweaty and looking mighty fine doing it.”

  He laughed. “So, you’re okay with it?”

  “I’m very supportive of it. I wish I had the courage to take those kinds of risks. I’d be proud to know my man is out there doing good. Damn proud.”

  “You’re just saying that because I handled you well. Admit it.”

  “I never imagined I’d be interrogated in such a rewarding way. You handled me like no other man ever has.”

  “I’m not sure I want other men handling you.”

  “Good.”

  “I think I’d like to see you exclusively, Ms. Scott. Preferably when I’m off duty.”

  Savannah nuzzled her nose against his and kissed his cheek. “Enough with that Ms. and ma’am stuff. I’m your woman. Got it?”

  “Got it.”

  “Are you off duty now?”

  “Well, technically my shift is over, but—”

  She reached down and stroked his cock, admiring the way it sprang to life effortlessly.

  “Mm, then I think I need to shift over.”

  Savannah turned so her back faced him. Reaching between her legs, she guided him into her as she sat back into his lap, her legs over his. The plunge was explicit and nearly knocked the wind out of her. She felt every inch push inside her, stretching her inner walls to full capacity. Her body shook with each unhurried thrust and grind. A single tear rolled down the side of her face, she wanted to savour this moment. He kneaded her breasts in his hands, rolling her nipples between his fingers.